LYRICS + CREDITS

Recorded at Sony Music Studios and Bella Via Studios in Nashville, TN. Engineered by Allen Parker and Josh Ditty (assistant engineer). Mixed by Allen Parker at Gnome Mans Land. Mastered by Luke Gilfeather at The Mastering Studio in Nashville, TN.

Produced by Allen Parker and Kevin Heider. Artwork by Kristin Heider (drawing) and Kevin Heider (photography + design).

All songs [except The Secret of Enjoying Life (Chesterton)*] written by Kevin Heider (SESAC). © Copyright 2015 by Kevin Heider

1. The Man Who Refused to Dance

Kevin Heider  |  vocals, acoustic guitars 1 +2

Lyrics  |  Excuse me, darlin’, I couldn’t help but notice that you were looking my way. Am I mistaken, or were you just fakin’ that smile you put on your face? I won’t ask if you’d like to dance, even though I think you’re pretty and all that stuff. ‘Cause I can’t dance and I won’t give you the chance, the chance to call my bluff. But I’d really like to take you to dinner. We could see a show or two. I hear them moving pictures are really something to see. Well, darlin’, so are you. Theresa, my darlin’, we’ve been together for quite a long time now it seems. But oh, when you look at me, what is it you see? Do you see the man of your dreams? I ask because I’ve loved you as long as I’ve known you, and I have now for three whole months. Theresa, I swear to thee that, if you marry me, I’ll dance with you at least once. But before you answer, let me be clear. When I say “at least once” I mean this: That I will dance with you on our wedding day and then never again. Please, say “yes.”


2. Permanent Valentine

Andy Sheridan  |  keys/synth
Chris Cole  
|  trumpet
Craig Wright  
|  drums
Kevin Heider  
|  vocals, acoustic guitar, electric guitar
Luke Bulla  
|  mandolin
Matt Utterback  
|  bass guitar

Lyrics  |  We talk for a minute on the phone. You say you wish I was already home. I know you don’t like it when I’m gone. Well, I don’t like writing these lonely songs. So baby, come with me down to Tennessee. I’ll be the King of Music City, you can be my queen. We’ll pretend to write hit songs. We’ll make a fake fortune. And then we’ll head upstate to Ohio and find a place to live or something. I don’t know, baby, where it is that we’ll end up. But I know we’ll end up together. Yeah. The road’s been kind when push has shoved, but I’m looking for a different kind of love. I need an accomplice, a partner in crime. I need a permanent Valentine. Well, tonight I’m driving down to the Carolinas. If you wanna come with me, I’d love to ride with you. With a pretty girl like you selling my CDs, I’d make a real fortune. And with the money I’ll fly out to California. I got some friends gettin’ married, but I should warn you: I’ll probably get some good ideas about what to do with you when we say “I do.” Yeah. If you know what I mean. And I think you do.That sounds good to me. Does it sound good to you? Well, let’s head down to the Florida coast, or maybe Indiana to that place I love the most. Or we could cut some place of our own with your good looks and my charm. Let’s shoot for the stars. Well, if you marry me, honey, up in Maryland, you’ll never have to be alone ever again. And I can make you mad every day. And you can forgive me, the right way. Yeah. If you know what I mean. And I think you do. That sounds good to me. Does it sound good to you?


3. For Those I’ll Leave Behind

Andy Sheridan  |  banjo, piano
Chris Cole  |  trumpet, mob vocals
Craig Wright  |  drums, shakers
Jimmy Mitchell  |  mob vocals
Kevin Heider  | vocals, acoustic guitar, mob vocals, mouth-trumpet
Luke Bulla  |  violin, mandolin
Matt Utterback  |  
upright bass: vocals, piano, classical guitar, bells

Lyrics  |  Some men die trying to make it to the moon. Others croak choking on a silver spoon. From the cities to the desert towns, there ain’t no way to get around the fact that my death is coming soon. Well, I was born in the land of the free. I will die where the Spirit carries me. It could be right here on the floor or on some distant, sunlit shore. I don’t know when, I just know that it will be. I will go, I will go, I will bleed my heart. I will go, I will go, I will leave my mark. I will go, I will go, I will fight the dark for all those I’ll leave behind. Some men say that you’ve all the luck you will. Others say you must kill or you’ll be killed. But what good are faith and trust if love gets buried in the dust, kicked up by a fearful heart that’s never filled? (Let’s fill it up!) I will go, I will go, I will bleed my heart. I will go, I will go, I will leave my mark. I will go, I will go, I will fight the dark for all those I’ll leave behind. And at that hour when Death for me doth come, I’ll be thinking of all I’ve ever loved. As sure as the sky is blue, my darling wife, I’ll think of you. You’re my home. You’re that place where I am from. You too must go, you must go, you must bleed your heart. You must go, you must go, you must leave your mark. You must go, you must go, you must fight the dark for all those you’ll leave behind. (Come on!) I will go, I will go, I will bleed my heart. I will go, I will go, I will leave my mark. I will go, I will go, I will fight the dark for all those I’ll leave behind, for all those I’ll leave behind.


4. The Secret of Enjoying Life (Chesterton)

*This track is an excerpt/sample of a reading by prolific English writer G.K. Chesterton of one of his essays (“The Spice of Life”) from a 1936 BBC radio broadcast now in the public domain.

Text  |  I have enjoyed, like everybody else, these sports and spices of life. But I am convinced that neither in your special spices nor in mine, neither in honey pots nor cork pots, neither in mustard nor music nor any other distraction from life is the secret we are all seeking: the secret of enjoying life…You have got to be happy in those quiet moments, when you remember that you are alive.


5. Down by the Sycamore Tree

Kevin Heider  |  vocals, acoustic guitar

Lyrics  |  “Meet me down by the sycamore tree,” was the last thing she said to me. So that’s where I go at night when I can’t sleep. I’ll lie in the grass and look up at the sky, as the branches glow in the soft moonlight. In a perfect world she’d be lying next to me. But no one ever said this was a perfect world, and who would ever claim such a thing? Certainly not me. We’d walk to the tree at the foot of our hill. She’d lie in my arms, silent and still. She was it, if ever I did something right. We’d dream of a world a little more assured, where they’d find a cause, where they’d find a cure, where there’d be less uncertainty in the night. But no one ever said this was a perfect world, and who would ever claim such a thing? Certainly not me. All things in time will pass away. That’s the nature of the gift, I’d say. It’s the love we love behind that never dies. “Meet me down by the sycamore tree,” I still hear her voice when I can’t sleep. Oh, how I miss her lying right here at my side. But despite all the hurt this is a beautiful world, and who would ever disagree? Certainly not me.


6. Theresa’s Waltz

Kevin Heider  |  piano

(instrumental)


© Copyright 2015 by Kevin Heider | SESAC